{"id":2051,"date":"2008-03-21T13:44:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-21T13:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2051"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:42","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:42","slug":"poetry-friday-dubious-spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2051","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Dubious Spring"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>Christina Rossetti began writing poetry at the age of seven, and though most of her well-known poetry is complex and strange (for instance her best known Goblin Market<\/a><\/i>), or of a deeply sentimental 19th century religious bent, there are the rare simple poems<\/a>, and these speak to me most. <\/p>\n

This selection was chosen specially in honor of the fact that we have, indeed, had word that the Spring of the year is …springing. Despite the snow and rain and wild weather forecast for the Eastern part of the U.S. and the UK; despite the snowstorm that closed freeways in Arizona<\/i>, despite the weather chaos that continues to rampage, it’s Spring. <\/p>\n

Close your eyes and believe…<\/p>\n

The First Spring Day<\/b><\/p>\n

I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
    Sing, robin, sing;
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.<\/p>\n

I wonder if the springtide of this year
Will bring another Spring both lost and dear;
If heart and spirit will find out their Spring,
Or if the world alone will bud and sing:
    Sing, hope, to me;
Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory.<\/p>\n

The sap will surely quicken soon or late,
The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;
So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,
Or in this world, or in the world to come:
    Sing, voice of Spring,
Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.<\/p>\n

I’m all for blossoming and rejoicing! If you celebrate, Happy Purim and Happy Easter – hope you have a wonderfully renewing weekend. Wild Rose Reader<\/a> is hosting today’s Poetry Friday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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